User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-4677325-20190707202848

The hogmaid nodded calmly and silently as she moved one paw back to her side, the other lifted up to her snout and keeping it clamped shut.

As Bluestripe shoved aside the bushes, there was a loud yelping accompanied by a whimper as a ferret scurried away from the badger, falling onto his back and dropping a rusted and broken cutlass by his footpaws. He held up his paws to his head, his eyes clenched firmly shut and his voice shaken and trembling at the sudden charge that had taken him off guard.

"Yer honor, sir, I wasn't tryin' t' rob ye, on me honor I wasn't!"